Anyway, Ling Feng was a piece of meat that fell from her body, her precious son. Lin Rou doesn't care about the reputation of the palace, she is not as stubborn as Ling Ang, she only cares about her son. So, in a critical moment, she showed her attitude.

Lin Rou knew Ling Ang quite well, and knew the temper and character of the latter, so she naturally put the face of the palace first. Even if he wanted Ling Feng to admit defeat in his heart, he wouldn't speak. Because, he can't afford to lose that person!

As a prince, with the noble blood of the royal family flowing in his body, Ling Ang is undoubtedly proud. He considered himself superior, especially the courtiers of the Heavenly Warring States.

Although the Li Mansion is strong, it is also a minister of the Heavenly Warring States. He was reluctant to open his mouth and bow his head, because Li Yansha's status was much lower than him. As a high-ranking prince, he wants to protect his reputation and maintain the reputation of the palace.

It was precisely because Ling Ang was so paranoid that the old emperor decided to leave him alone in the imperial city. Because the old emperor knew that when the royal family reached a life-and-death juncture, Ling Ang would inevitably stand up and fight for the royal family!

The old emperor liked Ling Ang because of this, and because of this, it was impossible to pass the throne to Ling Ang. Because the latter's thinking is too paranoid, his personality is too arrogant, and he is out of step with the world.

Although the Tengoku Kingdom is a high-ranking country, it is not a peaceful world. Although the royal family is noble, it is not a one-handed cover. Even, in the Heavenly War, many powerful forces are above the royal family!

In the face of those powerful forces, even the royal family, you have to bow your head. Ling Ang's character is destined to be a person who can't bend down, can't lower his head, can't grovel, and naturally can't inherit the big responsibility!

The old emperor had told the current emperor many times about this, but the latter had always maintained a skeptical mentality.

Today's saints even think that Ling Ang's strong support for the royal status is just a pretense, and when the time comes, he will definitely show his fangs.

Therefore, he is suppressing the palace, and he is also tempting!

Ling is the prince, so he naturally has many charming wives and concubines. There are more than a dozen heirs under his knees, and those heirs are very talented. It's just that they are only born from a partial house, and Ling Feng is a descendant.

The most important thing is that there is a marriage contract between the princess and Ling Feng, so in today's war, only Ling Feng is qualified to fight, and Ling Ang's other heirs are not qualified. Otherwise, Ling Ang has absolute confidence that he can pick an excellent heir and easily defeat Li Shaopeng.

It is true that the talent shown by Ling Feng at this time can be called against the sky, and his future is limitless. Even so, he could not surrender, because he was the young master of the palace and represented the honor of the palace.

Don't say that it's just one of your own heirs, even if you play in person, you'd rather die in battle, and you will never say the word 'surrender'. This is the way of Ling Ang, and it is the pride of Ling Ang.

Although he knew that Ling Feng was in great danger at the moment and was likely to lose his life, he still refused to open his mouth to make Ling Feng surrender.

Ling Ang has always firmly believed that the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first work hard and work their muscles and bones. If he can't even overcome this little difficulty in front of him, what qualifications do he have to be his sons? What qualifications do he have to achieve remarkable achievements?

However, this is only his idea, only his will alone. Now, he wanted to force his will on Ling Feng.

Ling Ang knew very well that as long as he didn't let Ling Feng surrender, the latter would never dare to say the word 'surrender'.

Li Shaopeng's breath climbed wildly, and he reached his peak state in an instant. At this moment, his eyes were as terrifying as a falcon, staring at Ling Feng with a bloodthirsty light.

He glanced at the broken armor, at the hideous wound on his chest, and smiled hideously.

"You hurt my body and forced my last hole card out, enough to be proud of myself for a lifetime, but from now on, there will be no more Ling Feng!"

Ling Feng looked in the direction of the palace, and everyone was full of indifference, which made his heart cold. Only my mother was worried about him, worried about him, told him not to fight hard, and let him surrender!

However, his heart, which is also proud, will not surrender easily until the last moment. This is not because of Ling Ang's will, but because of his martial arts heart.

"I bet you don't dare to approach the ten zhang range of my body!" Ling Feng did not respond to Li Shaopeng's words, but instead stared at the other party's face arrogantly, just standing opposite Li Shaopeng, without even moving his hand.

Ling Feng's injuries were relatively serious, and there was no way to recover the lost spiritual power immediately. It can be said that now he is just the end of the crossbow.

However, it was such a slightly thin figure, standing straight in front of the powerful Li Shaopeng, without fear. There was a wind around him, blowing Ling Feng's long hair.

The sleeve robe is lightly raised, the long hair is flying, mixed with the smoke and dust in the sky, and it actually has the taste of a demon lord in troubled times.

Li Shaopeng was shocked by Ling Feng's momentum, he really stopped moving forward, separated by a distance of ten zhang. His eyes were fixed on Ling Feng, as if he wanted to see the flaws in the latter's face. It's just that he failed, not only did he not see the flaws, but he trembled when he saw it.

That seemingly weak figure actually gave him a sense of danger, and this feeling was obvious!

He didn't dare to approach anymore, but the madness on his face did not relent, and he sneered: "Even if it is ten zhang away, Ben Shao can easily take your life!"

The audience was in an uproar, and everyone was shocked.

Countless strong men cast their eyes one after another, and they couldn't figure out at all, why was Li Shaopeng afraid of Ling Feng? The latter was just the end of the strong crossbow, as long as he walked over, he could end the battle with one palm!

Even Li Ransha looked at Li Shaopeng blankly, and immediately turned red, feeling deeply ashamed. He didn't expect that his proud son would be so frightened by Ling Feng's words that he didn't dare to approach.

"Look, then Li Shaopeng really didn't dare to approach!"

"Was he scared of being beaten just now, and was actually scared by a word!"

"It's really useless, it seems that the genius of the younger generation of the Li Mansion, but that's it!"

......

Li Shaopeng's face was gloomy as water, very ugly. Obviously, the chatter of the crowd reached his ears.

He saw Li Madsha's disappointed face, and instantly understood that he had been deceived by Ling Feng.

Li Shaopeng, who was embarrassed and angry, roared angrily, turned into an afterimage, and swept over. His hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and on it, endless spiritual power gushed out. In just a few breaths, the fist mark turned into substance, piercing the sky and crashing.

This group seems unpretentious, but it is unusual. Because, its trajectory is quite tricky, and it is not a straight line. The fist print flickered, and it actually had the ability to penetrate space, as if it had life, and it was very flexible.

In Ling Feng's gaze, the fist mark disappeared, but his heart rose to his throat at this moment. The feeling of extreme danger enveloped his heart and made his face change drastically.

"Not good!" Ling Feng exclaimed, and immediately kicked the ground violently, trying to get out of his position.

"Bang!" However, before he could completely leave, the space behind him trembled violently, and then, the fist mark slammed into his back. A dull voice sounded, and then, Ling Feng's body was like a paper kite with a broken thread, drawing a miserable arc in mid-air and smashing on the ground.

(End of chapter)